We used to sit in our rooms,
And try to be quiet.

Adults walk the halls,
And we'd go silent.

I remember,
All the other games we'd play,
Before I left,
And never came back.
I'd guess you'd still play,
The same games and
more now that I'm gone.

And the light in my eyes start to fade.

When I was 5,
I was held wrong.
No one believed me,
So I stopped trying.

Your compromise,
Is money and I,
Can't think straight.

When I turned 7,
It all started to make since,
I lost my innocence when I saw what,
Adults do in their rooms
when the kids are gone,
And I felt nothing at that time.

When I turned 9,
Bullying got worse.
And I cried,
Even though they were just words.
I'd grab the steering wheel,
And hope to drive somewhere safe,
But my hope would just crash,
Into someone else.

Now that I'm 13,
I've basically lost myself.

Depression isn't going away,
And its been over two years.
I stopped cutting,
But then I did it again.
I got thrown,
Into an unstable 'household'.

The people there were violent,
And I'd just laid in bed,
Until it was lunch time,
I didn't gain anything but trauma.

My dad left me up at my grandparents,
For 7 months.
He said in every call,
And every day,
You'll leave soon.

He didn't visit enough,
And my mom barely came,
I can't reason with him,
Cause he'll understand,
He hasn't gone through what I have,
So what do I do?

Your compromise,
Isn't what I'd like,
My kingdom of hope,
Is falling apart.
I wish that you'd,
Just end me so,
I can escape this world,
And feel nothing.

Maybe in the end,
There's peace and quiet.
So maybe then,
I can sleep.

Your compromise,
Isn't the best.
So many offers,
Waiting.
The world is crushing me,
With its,
Gravity.
But I'll be safe,
In this house,
Of blindness.
I can't see.
Anything.
Anything.

Your compromise.

Compromise.